Lyrics Come And Get You - 50 Cent
Nigga
Your
Time
Is
Up,
I
Aint
Come
To
Kid
You
I
Knew
You
niggas
Was
Dumb,
But
How
Dumb
Is
You
Thinkin
You
Can
See
The
King,
When
You
Unofficial
You
Dont
wanna
Go
To
War,
Cuz
I'll
Launch
These
Missiles
I'm
A
Ride
Or
Die
Nigga,
I
Be
Tearin
Shit
Up
We
Aint
Like
Them
Other
Fools,
Who
Dont
Compare
To
Us
All
The
Hoes
Love
A
Nigga,
They
be
Backing
It
Up
But
Me
I
Love
Money
I
Be
Stacking
It
Up
When
My
Bandwagon
Pull
Up
They
Hop
On
Board
They
Hop
Right
On
Mine
and
Hop
Right
Off
Yours
I
Get
Respect
Homie
All
Across
The
Board
I
Get
A
Quarter
Mill
A
Track
Without
An
Award
Ever
Wanna
Test
A
Nigga
Then
Come
See
Me
In
The
Street
I
Hold
My
Ground
Like
I'm
Concrete
I
Know
Shit
Aint
Sweet
so
When
Shit
Get
Deep
I'm
Rich
I
Can
Pay
To
Have
You
Six
Feet
Deep
(Nigga)
I
Give
It
To
Whoever
Want
It,
If
You
Want
It
Come
See
Me
You
Know
Where
I'm
At
If
You
want
i
If
You
Want
It
Come
Get
Me
50
Cent
Nigga
You
Violate
I
Regulate
ra
ta
tat
tat
Bigger
Shells
They
Fit
In
That
Banana
Clip
Tech
Run
and
A
Bullseye,
Form
on
Your
Back
It's
Hard
To
Miss
Wit
A
Full
Clip
In
The
Mac
I
Got
Ammo
Ammo
I
Unload,
Reload,
Cut
A
Nigga
Quick
Ye
My
Knife
Game
Lethal
That
Tough
Guy
Shit,
Nigga
Thats
What
I
see
Through
You
Like
a
3 Course
Meal
Motherfucker
I
Eat
You
You
Food
And
I'm
In
The
Mood,
So
Front
I
Let
The
Hammer
Fly
Nigga
You
Can
Duck,
Run
For
Cover,
Or
Die
Your
Choice,
You
Choose
I
Pop,
You
Move,
Like
You
In
Shock
You
Been
Shot
Nigga.
Your
Blood
On
The
Street,
You
Up
Ships
Creek
You
Can
Hardly
Speak,
Startin
To
Get
Weak
Your
Eyes
Close
Your
Life
Flash,
Your
Heart
Slow,
Your
Heart
Stop,
Your
Ass
Dead,
You
Fucked
Kid
Tony
Yayo
I'm
Like
Nicholas
Cage
Yeye
Its
The
Ghost
Rider
P89
Ye
I
Let
My
Toast
Slide,
Costa
Rica
To
Brazil
I
Got
My
Hoes
In
The
Lamb,
why
Your
Bitch
Bald
Headed
Like
Britney
Spears,
I'm
In
The
Projects
Gettin
Dope
and
Piff
Money
2 More
Flips
Thats
Anna
Nicole
Smith
Money,
Fuck
A
G4
I'm
In
a
G
500,
G
450,
G550,
Thats
Airplane
Talk
I'm
The
Aviator
Man
Baby
AR
Shoot
Your
Baby
Out
Your
Hands
Spaghetti
And
Corn
Bread,
Mix
Got
Me
Blunted,
There's
No
Talk
Abouts.
You
Dont
Fuck
On
An
Empty
Stomach
By
Out
The
Mall,
Then
Hug
The
Block,
Hundred
Thou
Wood
Grain
In
A
Phantom
Drop,
Then
I
Cruise
In
The
Club
Got
My
Ruge
In
The
Club,
Pay
A
Bouncer
A
Buck
Now
My
Uz
In
The
Club,
Ye
Nigga
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